Howie Mandel reveals he’s ‘incredibly medicated,’ admits mental health struggles are ‘absolute hell’

renowned for saying “don’t touch me” a lot.When Howie Mandel gave Reba McEntire a firm hug on The Voice stage in September 2023, it stunned everyone.

The comedian caved in to his excitement and was unable to resist the country music star’s allure because he suffers from a crippling phobia of germs.

Mandel appears upbeat and joyful when he is in the spotlight, but when he is not, he discloses that he is a “scared” guy who would rather live “in the fetal position.”

Furthermore, he just made a startling admission that disclosed how he controls the OCD that drives him to “absolute hell.”To find out more, continue reading!

Many people’s inner germaphobe was let loose by the horror of the global epidemic, making them more aware of the risks of contamination.

While many people’s fear of germs passed after a few years, for others it remains crippling and never goes away.

“It is impossible for me to live a day in my life without thinking that we might not survive,” says Howie Mandel, a man who has experienced extreme anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) since he was a little child. The 68-year-old TV personality says the pandemic was particularly upsetting in an interview with People, saying, “But the comfort I would get would be the fact that everybody around me was okay.” It’s a good idea to hold on. However, everything in the world was not well throughout the pandemic. And it was just the worst.

OCD is defined as a “pattern of unwanted thoughts and fears known as obsessions” by the Mayo Clinic. These obsessions cause you to engage in compulsive activities, or repeating actions. These compulsions and obsessions are very distressing and interfere with day-to-day tasks.

“I’m in a bad dream,” declares the comedian who was born in Canada. “I attempt to ground myself. Mandel remarks, “I have a great family, including my wife Terry and their three children, Riley, Jackie, and Alex, who were married in 1980. “I adore what I do,” However, I can sometimes have periods of deep depression from which I cannot recover.

The best medicine is laughter.

Mandel, who got his big break on the medical drama St. Elsewhere in 1982, says that although every day is difficult, comedy gets him through it.

“I use humor as a coping mechanism. I’m crying if I’m not laughing. I haven’t been transparent enough about how dark and terrible things truly get.

Mandel continues, “I’m most at ease onstage,” adding that he uses humor to fend off the allure of OCD. And it’s not nice when I withdraw inside myself when I have nothing to do.

Mandel consistently finds time for projects, contributing his unmatched sense of humor to all of them. He hosts multiple shows in addition to acting as a judge on the America’s Got Talent (AGT) franchise.

“Very heavily medicated”

He opened up to Kelly Clarkson about his mental health concerns during a conversation they had on her talk show in 2022.

“I have OCD and am neurotic.people believe that because I’m out and about, I’m having fun and enjoying myself.I’m terrified. He said to the host, “I like to go home and just live in the fetal position.”

Clarkson retorted, “It’s so funny to me, because every time I’m around you, even seeing you out of work…you’re so the opposite of what I would think,” looking surprised by Mandel’s shadow persona.

Mandel chuckled, “I know, I’m such a joy, I’m a light, I’m an energy, and I’m stunning.” “..To be really honest, I take a lot of medication.

embracing Reba

He may have been excited to see Reba McEntire on The Voice because of that medicine.

Mandel, a panelist on the show, leaped from the audience and called her name. He then hurried up to the country music expert and said, “We’re right next door shooting the AGT finale.” Could you please sign my shirt?

After McEntire signed his “I [heart] Reba” shirt, Mandel gave an unexpected, tight hug to the audience.

Carson Daly, the show’s host, remarked of the man who usually avoids physical contact, “You don’t see that every day.”

Mandel acknowledges his perplexing actions, saying, “People notice discrepancies, particularly in the media.” “He shook someone’s hand,” or “Oh, he hugged someone.” I’m able to give you a handshake. Then I would believe that I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly. And I would spend hours washing my hands by going back and forth in a circle.

He goes on, “I understand the funny in that,” determined to continue the discourse about mental health. But that doesn’t lessen how excruciatingly awful it is. I also don’t want to justify my emotional well-being. All I want is to keep it going.

Since Mandel was “boosted” and “vaccinated,” his Covid-19 was mild in 2022, serving as a reminder that being afraid of illness is insufficient to keep you safe.

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I Came Home to Find My Daughter and Babysitter Missing — the AirTag Showed She Was at the Airport

A simple babysitting job turned into my worst nightmare when I came home and found the babysitter and my daughter missing! When I discovered what happened to them, who was involved, and why, I went into a rage!

In the 40 years I’ve been alive, I’ve experienced all kinds of things, but I never expected my life to turn into something out of a suspense novel! Last Friday, that’s exactly what happened! But before I get to that, let me give you some background information.

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My ex-husband, Daniel, and I split two years ago, and to say it was messy would be putting it mildly! His mother, Brenda, never liked me, but after the divorce, her resentment turned into something more, something bitter, personal, and relentless.

She saw me as the villain in Daniel’s life, the reason everything went wrong, and she made sure I knew it every chance she got. Since the divorce, things had been better with Brenda because I hardly had to deal with her.

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The only time we interacted was because of mine and Daniel’s daughter, Lily. She was five years old, bright, full of energy, and the only thing in my life that truly mattered.

At the beginning of the week of that fateful Friday, my baby girl had come down with a cold. Nothing serious, just enough to make her a little tired and sniffly. I hated leaving her at home, but I couldn’t take more time off work. Little did I know that my decision would land me in the most stressful situation I’ve ever been in!

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Having no other way out, daycare refused to attend to sickly children, and not wanting to reach out to Daniel or his mother, I had Jessica, my regular babysitter, watch her. Jessica was a sweet college student with impressive references, and she had always been reliable.

She’d been looking after Lily for months, and I trusted her completely. All went well while I was at work until that Friday evening. When I pulled into my driveway, I was already thinking about curling up on the couch with Lily and her favorite blanket to watch one of her beloved movies.

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I looked forward to cheering her up and had even picked up some soup for her on my way home. But the moment I stepped inside, something felt off.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

No usual cartoons in the background. No little giggles. No soft humming from Jessica as she moved around the kitchen, singing along to the radio’s soft background music. Just silence.

My stomach dropped.

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“Lily?” I called out. “Jessica?”

Silence.

I moved quickly, checking the living room, the kitchen, Lily’s bedroom, nothing. My heart pounded harder with every empty space I found!

Maybe they had stepped outside? Gone for a short walk? But Jessica always let me know before taking Lily anywhere.

I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

I tried again. Straight to voicemail.

Now, my hands were shaking. Something wasn’t right.

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Then I noticed it, Lily’s pink backpack was missing! The one she never left home without.

And that’s when I remembered.

The AirTag!

A few months ago, I had slipped the small tracking device inside that very bag. At the time, I had felt a little ridiculous, like I was being paranoid. But now, I was grateful for it!

I opened the tracking app, barely able to breathe as the location loaded.

And there it was.

Lily’s backpack was at the airport!

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My blood ran cold!

And for a second, my mind refused to process what I was seeing. The airport? What the hell was my daughter doing at the airport?!

I didn’t stop to think about it further. I knew I needed to act immediately! So I grabbed my keys and ran out!

The drive was a blur of red lights I barely stopped for and angry honks I ignored. I kept checking the app, refreshing the location over and over.

Still at the airport.

Still there.

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As I weaved my way through what little traffic there was, driving through red robots and dodging cars left and right, I couldn’t help the speculations forming in my mind. Was Jessica involved? Had she been tricked? Was my daughter being taken out of the city? Out of the country?

By the time I pulled into the parking lot, my entire body felt numb! I barely parked properly and didn’t even lock my car—I just ran!

I pushed through the crowd, scanning faces frantically. And then I saw it!

The pink backpack!

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And standing beside it—Jessica!

But she wasn’t alone.

Lily and Daniel were there. And Brenda!

Rage surged through me so fast it almost blinded me! I stormed toward them, my voice echoing across the terminal.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Jessica turned sharply, her eyes widening with panic. Daniel, on the other hand, barely reacted. And Brenda, she had the nerve to smile!!!

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“Oh, Charlotte,” she said smoothly, like we were old friends. “No need to make a scene, dear.”

I ignored her, my focus on my daughter. Lily turned, her little face lighting up as she saw me.

“Mommy!” she cried, running straight into my arms. She clung to me, her little fingers digging into my jacket. “They said we were going to the beach.”

I froze.

“The beach?” I pulled back slightly, looking down at her. “Who said that?”

She pointed at Brenda.

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My jaw tightened as I turned back to them. “You were taking her out of state?!” My voice was low, shaking with anger. “Without telling me?!”

Brenda sighed dramatically. “Charlotte, honestly—”

Daniel cut in, his voice cool and dismissive. “We’re taking her for treatment. You’re overreacting.”

“Treatment?” I snapped. “She has a cold!”

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“Sun and ocean air will fix her right up,” Brenda said, waving a hand. “We already booked the resort for two weeks.”

My stomach twisted! They had planned this. They had packed her bag, bought tickets, arranged everything, without saying a word to me!

Jessica let out a strangled gasp. “Wait—what?” She turned to Daniel and Brenda. “You told me she knew. You said she was meeting us here!”

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I looked at her sharply. “They lied to you, Jessica. They tricked you into bringing my daughter here.”

Jessica paled. “Oh my word! I—I didn’t know.”

I turned back to them, fury clawing its way up my throat. “You thought you could just take her?!”

Daniel sighed, rubbing his temples. “We thought she’d be better off with us for a while.”

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By now, airport security had started paying attention. I could see them watching, whispering into radios. Good!

I squared my shoulders, my voice steady. “This is kidnapping!”

Brenda’s fake smile wavered. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. This is just a misunderstanding.”

I laughed, short, humorless. “Dramatic? A misunderstanding? You lied to a babysitter, packed up my daughter’s things, and bought plane tickets. What do you think this is?!”

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That was enough to make them move. Within minutes, airport police were questioning Brenda and Daniel. I clutched Lily to me, my heart still hammering, but she was safe. That was all that mattered.

“You manipulated Jessica into getting involved in your scheme to take my daughter away from me?” I challenged my ex-husband, cutting into what the guard was saying to him.

He shrugged. “We just made sure she didn’t question things too much.”

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As people started gathering closer to hear what all the drama and shouting was about, Daniel noticed. He knew at that point that they had lost. There was no way he’d take Lily away without explaining to the security guards what had actually happened.

Brenda, on the other hand, tried one last time. “Charlotte, darling, let’s not be rash, we were only trying to help Lily.”

“If you ever try to ‘help’ by doing something like this again,” I cut in, my voice sharp, “you will never see her again!”

Silence.

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Brenda’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she knew. They had pushed too far this time.

In a desperate attempt, my mother-in-law (MIL) huffed. It was clear she was trying to throw a tantrum. All that remained was for her to stomp her feet and throw herself on the ground!

Instead, she threw Daniel a pleading look, but he was already backing down. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Whatever. Take her.” He gestured toward Lily as if she were an object one could toss aside without a second thought.

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Without another word, I turned and walked away, Lily’s tiny arms still wrapped around my neck. I left them standing there, their grand plan crumbling around them.

Jessica quickly caught up with me, offering more apologies and asking for a second chance. A passing thought occurred to me as we walked, “Why didn’t you answer any of my calls?”

“My phone is in my bag. I didn’t hear it ring. When I got here, Daniel and Brenda were already waiting for us, so I rushed to them instead. I am so sorry, Charlotte. I should’ve known better,” she explained.

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I was too drained to deal with her, but I knew she was innocent in all of this. I’d seen how manipulative my ex and MIL could be, so I promised to get in touch with Jessica in a few days. I needed to think.

Understanding my predicament, Jessica waved goodbye to Lily, who gave a small smile and waved back apprehensively. My poor child wasn’t sure who to trust anymore, even her favorite babysitter had betrayed her.